As the morning sun rose in the east, several hundred people had already gathered. The auras unconsciously emanating from the Outer Sect Cultivators in the first few rows revealed they were all in the Late Period of Qi Cultivation.
"Only those... in the Late Period of Qi Cultivation are qualified to sit in the first three rows." Noticing the flash of curiosity in Zhao Zuo's eyes, Zhao Qingmeng couldn't help but point this out.
She had wandered around for a bit before returning to Zhao Zuo's side.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Zhao Zuo didn't reply, resuming his mental practice of drawing the Heavy Mountain Spirit Patterns.
About half an hour later, the surrounding chatter suddenly ceased. Zhao Zuo slowly opened his eyes. An old man in a red Taoist Robe now stood on the stage. His posture was ramrod straight, and while his face showed his age, he radiated immense vitality, and his eyes were crystal clear.
